The songs of Chang are licentious; specious talkers are dangerous.' CHAP.
— from The Analects of Confucius (from the Chinese Classics) by Confucius

That night, there came two notes from Gaunt House for the little woman, the one containing a card of invitation from Lord and Lady Steyne to a dinner at Gaunt House next Friday, while the other enclosed a slip of gray paper bearing Lord Steyne's signature and the address of Messrs. Jones, Brown, and Robinson, Lombard Street.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

He continued to speak in a whisper, very deliberately as before, and looked strangely thoughtful and dreamy.
— from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Itúkag (ipatúkag) ang lipak sa takup arun dílì mutak-up, Prop the shutter open with a stick of bamboo.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

I said and wasnt it natural so it is of course it used to be written up with a picture of a womans on that wall in Gibraltar with that word I couldnt find anywhere only for children seeing it too young then writing every morning a letter sometimes twice a day I liked the way he made love then he knew the way to take a woman when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine was the 8th then I wrote the night he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt describe it simply it makes you feel like nothing on earth but he never knew how to embrace well like Gardner
— from Ulysses by James Joyce

Then he realised (in some odd way) that the silence was rather a living silence than a dead one.
— from The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

They always liked sitting there after dinner, and that day they had work to do there too.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

On a large scale the apparatus depicted in fig.
— from The Principles of Chemistry, Volume II by Dmitry Ivanovich Mendeleyev

After I had tucked away a slice of home-smoked fried ham only a little smaller than a door-mat, along with eggs and the fixings, I felt even more resolute about fronting what was coming to me.
— from Where Your Treasure Is: Being the Personal Narrative of Ross Sidney, Diver by Holman Day

On the morning of the tenth day after leaving the trail, we loitered up a long slope to a divide in our lead from which we sighted timber to the north.
— from The Log of a Cowboy: A Narrative of the Old Trail Days by Andy Adams

And at length, seeing that all danger was past and recovery so slow, old Nuflo withdrew once more to the fireside and, stretching himself out on the sandy floor, soon fell into a deep sleep.
— from Green Mansions: A Romance of the Tropical Forest by W. H. (William Henry) Hudson

She laid her free arm across the child as she spoke, and Leroux saw truth and determination in her eyes.
— from A Marriage Under the Terror by Patricia Wentworth

[436] In 1650, it was ordered, ‘That everie paroche be divydit in severall quarteris, and each elder his owne quarter, over which he is to have speciall inspectioun, and that everie elder visit his quarter once everie month at least, according to the act of the Generall Assemblie, 1649, and in thair visitatioun tak notice of all disorderlie walkeris, especiallie neglectouris of God's worship in thair families, sueareris, haunteris of aill houses, especiallie at vnseasonable tymes, and long sitteris thair, and drinkeris of healthis; and that he dilate these to the Sessioun.’
— from History of Civilization in England, Vol. 3 of 3 by Henry Thomas Buckle

There is nothing to absolutely prevent an enraptured swain from sitting at the elbow of his love, and basking in the sunlight of her eyes, nor to stop an elderly man from nestling peacefully under the wing of his spouse; but it is understood that they will not do this, and will at least submit to a deed of separation during hours of worship.
— from Our Churches and Chapels: Their Parsons, Priests, & Congregations Being a Critical and Historical Account of Every Place of Worship in Preston by Atticus

He had far rather deal with a living Scraggy than a dead one, and at once recovered his composure.
— from From the Valley of the Missing by Grace Miller White